Coming into to work this morning, the subway was filled with a fraction of the people that usually are on board during the week. The office was the same, and I found myself wondering whether or not I had missed a holiday. By lunchtime the level of bustle had reached something approaching normal, but for some reason I feel that something interesting happened today and I didn’t get the memo.

While 90% of Boston was off celebrating Manman Aloumandia (or something similar), I was locked in a contest of will with my code, which refused to behave properly. Progress was made; however, ten or so hours of my day are nothing more than a blur of debugging, recompiling, and analyzing.

Finally, I present a page devoted to the subjunctive mood in English. I still have nightmares of a midnight visit to the truck stop (for there was only one) in college, flushed from a day and night of Greek, and answering “What do ya want, hon?” with “I should like a cup of coffee and an omelet.”